Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

What will the world say? Mockery, sarcasm, and even pointing fingers will be like sharp blades, ruthlessly cutting the hearts of everyone in the Jiang family.

As the helmsman and guardian of the Jiang family, how can they tolerate such humiliation befalling the family? How can they let their descendants live with such a bad name? This possibility is nothing short of a nightmare for them, and it is a disaster they must try their best to avoid.

Therefore, they are filled with unprecedented determination and determination. Ling Xiao, this young and powerful existence, must die. Because only his death can cut off this series of chain reactions and prevent the secrets and scandals of the Jiang family from being completely exposed.

At the same time, Jiang Xiqing, the equally talented woman who has a thousand connections with Ling Xiao, must also fall together. Only in this way can the influence of this lineage in the Jiang family and even the entire cultivation world be completely eliminated, and everything can return to peace.

As for Jiang Xiruo, they might choose to spare her life, but they would also take all means to make her lose all her strength and talent and become an ordinary waste.

In this way, even if she is alive, she can no longer pose any threat to the Jiang family, let alone remind the world of the once glorious family.

In their view, although such a choice is cruel, it is for the overall situation and future of the family. Only in this way can they cover up their past mistakes and stupidity and maintain the shaky dignity and glory of the Jiang family.

They know very well what kind of happiness and sacrifice such a decision will bring, but for the benefit and survival of the family, we have no choice but to be ruthless and strangle all possible threats in the cradle.

"Yes!" The short and hesitant answer echoed in the empty field like thunder, stirring up layers of sound waves, foreshadowing the upcoming calm confrontation. The remaining 17 weaklings, their figures were as straight as pine trees, and their momentum climbed to an unprecedented peak at that moment.

Our eyes flashed with determination and fierceness, as if we wanted to gather all our strength at that moment.

As the true energy in our bodies surged, drops of blood containing the vitality of life shot out from our fingertips, cut through the air, and fell accurately in the air with brilliant light.

You thought to yourself, maybe I really don’t have the ability to make those old men who claim to be weak pay a light price for their heavy enemies and arrogance.

Then, Ling Xiao turned his body, and the sword soul of the God-Slaying Sword stabbed out like a dragon out of the sea. The sword light was like a weaving, and the sword shadows were heavy. Every sword light was as agile as a living thing, and the roar was deafening, as if a demon awakened in the middle of the night, wantonly venting his anger and dissatisfaction.

The wind in the seven weeks seemed to have stopped flowing, and all the living creatures held their breath and waited, witnessing the shocking duel about to end.

That confidence and weakness only made Geng Liangning feel at ease and comforted, and also made you full of limited expectations and hopes for Ling Xiao's future.

The power contained in those essences and blood was constantly stimulated in the process of mutual fusion, producing even more terrifying power. There was a sense of oppression and lightness in the air, as if even the space was trembling at that moment.

With Ling Xiao's roar that resounded through the sky, my offensive poured out like a storm.

"You want to see how those old men can stop you!" Geng Liang's voice resounded through the sky, with unquestionable domineering and determination. My figure floated up in the air, like a god of war about to descend on the battlefield, surrounded by a faint aura, which was the surging spiritual power in my body ready to move.

And Jiang Xiruo watched everything quietly on the side, with neither worry nor pride in her eyes. You know, your son is proving everything in his own way.

My words were full of confidence and determination, as if I could deal with any difficulty and challenge calmly and turn danger into safety.

In that atmosphere of walking and killing, Jiang Xiruo lay quietly outside, her face as pale as paper, but her eyes revealed an anxiety and worry that was difficult to conceal.

The blade seemed to contain endless killing and anger, making everyone present feel unprecedented oppression and fear.

Those blood essences intertwined and collided in the air, as if they were lifeless and arranged and combined themselves, forming simple runes and patterns, exuding a terrifying breath that made people palpitate.

"Mother, you don't have to worry. With Jiang Taishan, those people are nothing in your eyes. You just worry about healing. I'll leave it to you." Ling Xiao's voice was like a spring breeze, instantly dispelling the haze in Jiang Xiruo's heart.

Although Geng Liangning still had a ripple of relief in her heart, when her eyes caught the sunny smile on Ling Xiao's face that seemed to dispel all the haze, her worries miraculously faded a little.

You are trying your best to heal your wounds and restore your strength, but your concern for Ling Xiao's safety makes it impossible for you to concentrate completely. Your eyes are constantly sweeping in the direction of Ling Xiao, where all the actions and threats are gathering, making you feel both helpful and irritated.

At that moment, Ling Xiao seemed to have transformed into the master of the battlefield, fighting against many weak enemies with his own strength. Every attack of mine is accurate and deadly, making it impossible for people to ignore my existence and strength.

Wherever the tip of the sword points, the air seems to be torn apart, forming shocking cracks, showing the terrifying power of the sword.

This smile, passing and hesitant, seems to contain endless courage and confidence, making Jiang Xiruo doubt involuntarily that her son, the child who once grew up under your wings, may not have grown into a weaker person who is more tenacious and powerful than you imagined.

You know that you can't provide any help to Ling Xiao in your current state. That sense of power makes you feel extremely frustrated and self-blame. However, just when you are about to be drowned by that emotion, a gentle and hesitant voice rings in your ears.

In my hands, two shocking weapons appeared at the same time-one is the bloodthirsty sword soul, the blade is as red as blood, as if it can devour the blood of all living beings, releasing a terrifying breath that makes people palpitate; the other is the sword soul of the god-killing sword, the sword body is silver-white like snow, with a biting cold light, as if it can cut off all obstacles and constraints in the world.

The blood that seeps out of the corner of your mouth accidentally shows your inner anxiety and joy vividly.

Following Ling Xiao's loud roar, I swung the bloodthirsty sword soul fiercely, and a huge but powerful sword light instantly burst out, like lightning that cuts through the night sky, or like a huge wave in the raging sea, sweeping towards the enemy with the power to destroy the world.